Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
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[ How is it that it does something to her, when he calls her good? She has been good at taking lead when it felt like people were expecting her to, and hell, she cares for the overall safety of her people enough to bring a mountain down on herself just to help them escape, but it has never occurred to anyone to call Evelyn Trevelyan good in bed.
She chokes on a little whimper, and wraps her arms and legs around him so he can carry her to bed, aware that his cock is right there, pressed between her stomach and his, hard and thick and incredible. Her mouth dries. ]
You're so big and I can't wait to - I can't wait to have you inside me. Show me. Please.
[ She's warm and relaxed and needy after those earlier orgasms - just the way he wanted her. Just the way he thinks she needs to be. She's got the world on her shoulders - he knows lots of ways to help lessen that burden.
He pins her under him on the bed, not wasting any time hooking her legs around his middle and pressing his cock to her folds, letting her feel him, rubbing against her lightly. He sucks in a breath as he presses in, just the tip, just a taste. ]
No thoughts, Evie. Only me.
[ And then he begins pressing inside her in earnest. Not fast, not rough, but steady and unrelenting. ]
[ No-one else calls her that, and - fuck, she likes it so much, especially in his rough, rumble of a voice. The bit of softness to an otherwise hard looking man - she's learning a thing or two about the unexpected depths of The Iron Bull, including that he is a tender lover.
When he wants to be.
She wants to tell him not to be, just to see if he'll actually fuck her and not treat her so tenderly, but he makes it easy on her by pressing inside. Her lips part on a quiet moan, and her body opens and accepts. The slickness of her arousal coats him, the intensity of her part orgasms making it almost easy for the tip to slip inside her. Definitely no thoughts. ]
Nnnhh - only you - [ She nods to agree, her back bowing off the bed as he presses inside her. The stretch, the girth, the headiness of it. ] Fuck - so full.
[ She's different from the others, somehow. More powerful, sure - she's no serving maid or Chantry sister. What she needs, is different from the rest. He intends to give it to her.
Is he tender? He's not as rough as he maybe could be, but when he starts to fuck her, he does so with intent - strong, steady thrusts, making the bed creak under them, she's not a delicate flower and he's not going to treat her like one. She can take it - they both know she can.
If she needs more, later, he can provide it. ]
There you are. Open your eyes. Look and see how well you take me.
[ She feels spread open even before she opens her eyes (as told) and looks down. After the third, or fourth thrust, she gave up all pretenses that she could keep her legs wrapped around his waist and take it like that; they are in the air, spread open, toes to ceiling, shaking every time he pushes his whole length inside.
She is so grateful that he doesn't treat her like a delicate flower. Anyone else would - even before the whole mark on her hand, rumours of being Andraste's Herald thing - but Bull just takes her like she's wanted to be taken all along.
Out of her head. Muzzy-minded with pleasure.
She lets out a whimper when she sees the point where their bodies connect, her cunt fluttering around his cock in reaction. ]
I... [ At a loss for words, she reaches down with her right hand, just to frame his cock with her fingers where it disappears inside her. Real - it's really happening, she's taking it all, that's insane. It's also so damn good she might have lost her mind, because all she manages is to look up at his face and let out another moan. ]
[ He watches her, watching them - knowing he's giving her exactly what she wants with every stroke. And, he also plans to give her what she needs. He lets her play for a bit, but after another thrust or two, he grabs her wrist, pulling her away from them, pinning her hands above her head in one of his own. ]
Ah-ah. Your pleasure is mine.
[ He changes his angle slightly, driving into her so that his pelvis presses against her clit with every thrust. ]
You ever come like this? With just a cock filling you? Bet you've always had to take care of your own pleasure, haven't you? But you've got me taking care of you now, Evie. Give me another. I know you've got one for me.
[ She lets out a squeak in protest, managing a, ] I wasn't trying to - [ And then he rocks inside her and something in the angle changes and she groans, wrecked by the heat the bolts through her.
And the hand holding her arm up and pinned - she should mind it, and squirm out of the hold, and feel ashamed over being this at his mercy, this much of a slut for his cock, but... She can't muster up the will to feel any of that, so she whimpers instead. Flutters around him again, and again, and again. ]
Bull - fuck, you're - [ It doesn't even cross her mind that she might not be able to come like this, from penetration alone, because the truth is that it's not penetration alone, is it? He puts his whole body into it, his pelvis grinding against her clit at every thrust.
She can't ignore the obscenely wet sounds of her cunt as he fucks her, either. It all compounds together, the hot coil in the pit of her belly burning. ]
I don't - I can't - [ She can, and does, and comes with a sob. ]
[ He knows she can, knows she will, and when she does, he groans faintly, still fucking her through it even as she tightens and pulses so sweetly around his cock. She's like a vice when she comes, and Bull's free hand clenches in the bedsheets with the effort to keep control of himself. But he wants to feel all of what she gives him, and more than that - he wants her to feel it all, too.
She's still trembling beneath him, and he grins, fucking her a little harder now. ]
Atta girl. Your cunt is so good. I'm gonna come, Evie. You wanna feel me come inside you, don't you?
[ It's like bringing down a dam, pleasure just spills out of her, pours out. Maybe if she's lucky, her quarters are high up enough to be soundproof, so nobody hears her moans as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into her. Maybe if she's lucky, everyone in the great hall will hear her cries and her begging, and they'll stop putting her on such high pedestals when she's just a human.
There is no sliver left of the Inquisitor in this room, no Herald to punch her way to the front of her thoughts and shake her by the shoulders to tell her to pull herself together. He calls her Evie, and between that and his cock and the grip he's got on her hands, she melts from it.
Somehow, the fact that she's pleased him here is...insanely good. A relief, the likes of which makes her let out a sob. She clenches around him, again, writhing under him. ]
So much - come inside me so much - oh, Maker, I'm... [ Between one hard thrust and the next, she squeezes her eyes shut and comes again so hard she feels her ears pop and sees white for a second behind her eyelids. He must be some kind of a sex genius, because, ] No-one - nobody's ever...Bull...
[ Fuck, he wasn't even trying, and she came around his cock again. He can already tell he's gonna be addicted to her - he'll never be able to get enough, not the way she reacts to him.
He fucks her through yet another climax, growling his pleasure. He finally, finally lets go, coming harder than he's come in a very long time, encouraged by her welcoming body, her begging words. He gives her everything, shuddering through it as he spills. His only concession to her smaller frame is that he doesn't allow himself to collapse on top of her completely, keeping some of his weight off her as he growls through the aftershocks. ]
[ Her breath catches once more, when she feels him come, and her instincts are to cling to him in some way, thank him. But her hands are held together and up and pinned against the bed under his, so she can only squeeze her legs around his waist as best as she can, watching his expression as he breaks. Her eyes wide, her expression unguarded - he'll do this again, right? This isn't a one-off thing, surely?
When the ripples of shivers and the trembling is over, she feels truly wrung out. A pleasant sort of soreness that spreads from her stomach down to her toes, from all the clenching and unclenching. She's lying there, out of breath and trying to catch it, lungs burning with every inhale. Her mind empty, no immediate responsibility coming back to bite her in the ass. She might actually fall asleep after that absolute workout of a fuck. ]
[ Bull is used to praise, when it comes to his performance in the bedroom. He knows he’s good, and enjoys it. But there’s something about knowing he just gave the Inquisitor exactly what she needed that makes him even more smug than usual.
He releases her arms, staying where he is for a few moments - but he pulls away soon, aware that his bulk quickly becomes uncomfortable.
Besides, she may be finished, but his job isn’t done yet. ]
I’ll be right back.
[ He brushes a kiss to her cheek before getting up to wash himself at the basin. He cleans himself first, then pours a fresh glass of water, and grabs a damp cloth before returning to Evie on the bed. ]
Sit up. Drink this. Are you sore, or tender anywhere? I’ve got a salve.
[ One last aftershock has her clenching just as he pulls out, the mess of their time together dripping down between her cheeks to pool under her ass. She realises with a delay that there's quite the mess - more than she's ever made when fucking someone before. She's wet down her inner thighs, she's oversensitised and pleasantly sore, and now she's lying on a little puddle of their combined come.
Of course, before she has time to feel embarrassed, he gives her a glass of water.
She sits. She drinks. She blinks up at him. ]
Uhm - yes. Hips, thighs, and - don't suppose your salve is safe to go on my cunt, is it?
[ Bull hums affirmatively, helping her shift away from the wet spot - messy sex is fun, but sleeping in it, not so much. He settles her comfortably against his chest with her glass of water, and begins with the damp cloth, gently cleaning the mess between her legs.
As with everything else tonight, his movements are confident and experienced - he’s used to this part as much as he’s used to all the rest of it. ]
Should be fine, on the outside anyway. Inside, you’ll just be a little tender for a day or two.
[ He uncaps the small jar of salve he brought with him and begins working it into her skin. It’s cooling, and soothing. ]
[ Probably won't surprise him, but she's not. He's read as much on her habits, but the fact remains. She's used to fucking, sure, but she's not used to having pleasure wrung out of her multiple times in a night, not used to coming, not used to the mess or the aftercare.
She relaxes against him, and against it. ]
Mmm. Like the idea of...feeling it for a few days.
[ And so they come to this part. She looks down to where he's rubbing soothing salve against her tender flesh, the grey of his skin against the paleness of her thighs. She can't even look him in the eyes for it. ]
[ She tips her head back, catching that faint smile on his mouth (and what a mouth, a perfect and kissable mouth, fuck) and feels a little thrill creep up her spine again. ]
It's not an order. [ Whispered, cautiously. ] None of this was - you know that, don't you? I don't want to be Boss in this room.
[ Most of it has come loose from its original bun at this point, a few tendrils sticking to her skin from all the sweating - sex takes effort when done right? That's the lesson of the story, right?
But his confirmation offers her a reassurance even if that's not what he originally intended. Or maybe he did.
Bull knows more than she does about herself, at this point. She wouldn't be surpised if he sees this one coming.
She leans back, shifting so that her face is close to his, facing him enough to study his expression for a quiet moment. Her hand comes up to touch his cheek, his jaw, her thumb brushing over the strap holding his eye-patch in place. ]
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She chokes on a little whimper, and wraps her arms and legs around him so he can carry her to bed, aware that his cock is right there, pressed between her stomach and his, hard and thick and incredible. Her mouth dries. ]
You're so big and I can't wait to - I can't wait to have you inside me. Show me. Please.
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He pins her under him on the bed, not wasting any time hooking her legs around his middle and pressing his cock to her folds, letting her feel him, rubbing against her lightly. He sucks in a breath as he presses in, just the tip, just a taste. ]
No thoughts, Evie. Only me.
[ And then he begins pressing inside her in earnest. Not fast, not rough, but steady and unrelenting. ]
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When he wants to be.
She wants to tell him not to be, just to see if he'll actually fuck her and not treat her so tenderly, but he makes it easy on her by pressing inside. Her lips part on a quiet moan, and her body opens and accepts. The slickness of her arousal coats him, the intensity of her part orgasms making it almost easy for the tip to slip inside her. Definitely no thoughts. ]
Nnnhh - only you - [ She nods to agree, her back bowing off the bed as he presses inside her. The stretch, the girth, the headiness of it. ] Fuck - so full.
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Is he tender? He's not as rough as he maybe could be, but when he starts to fuck her, he does so with intent - strong, steady thrusts, making the bed creak under them, she's not a delicate flower and he's not going to treat her like one. She can take it - they both know she can.
If she needs more, later, he can provide it. ]
There you are. Open your eyes. Look and see how well you take me.
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She is so grateful that he doesn't treat her like a delicate flower. Anyone else would - even before the whole mark on her hand, rumours of being Andraste's Herald thing - but Bull just takes her like she's wanted to be taken all along.
Out of her head. Muzzy-minded with pleasure.
She lets out a whimper when she sees the point where their bodies connect, her cunt fluttering around his cock in reaction. ]
I... [ At a loss for words, she reaches down with her right hand, just to frame his cock with her fingers where it disappears inside her. Real - it's really happening, she's taking it all, that's insane. It's also so damn good she might have lost her mind, because all she manages is to look up at his face and let out another moan. ]
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Ah-ah. Your pleasure is mine.
[ He changes his angle slightly, driving into her so that his pelvis presses against her clit with every thrust. ]
You ever come like this? With just a cock filling you? Bet you've always had to take care of your own pleasure, haven't you? But you've got me taking care of you now, Evie. Give me another. I know you've got one for me.
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And the hand holding her arm up and pinned - she should mind it, and squirm out of the hold, and feel ashamed over being this at his mercy, this much of a slut for his cock, but... She can't muster up the will to feel any of that, so she whimpers instead. Flutters around him again, and again, and again. ]
Bull - fuck, you're - [ It doesn't even cross her mind that she might not be able to come like this, from penetration alone, because the truth is that it's not penetration alone, is it? He puts his whole body into it, his pelvis grinding against her clit at every thrust.
She can't ignore the obscenely wet sounds of her cunt as he fucks her, either. It all compounds together, the hot coil in the pit of her belly burning. ]
I don't - I can't - [ She can, and does, and comes with a sob. ]
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She's still trembling beneath him, and he grins, fucking her a little harder now. ]
Atta girl. Your cunt is so good. I'm gonna come, Evie. You wanna feel me come inside you, don't you?
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There is no sliver left of the Inquisitor in this room, no Herald to punch her way to the front of her thoughts and shake her by the shoulders to tell her to pull herself together. He calls her Evie, and between that and his cock and the grip he's got on her hands, she melts from it.
Somehow, the fact that she's pleased him here is...insanely good. A relief, the likes of which makes her let out a sob. She clenches around him, again, writhing under him. ]
So much - come inside me so much - oh, Maker, I'm... [ Between one hard thrust and the next, she squeezes her eyes shut and comes again so hard she feels her ears pop and sees white for a second behind her eyelids. He must be some kind of a sex genius, because, ] No-one - nobody's ever...Bull...
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He fucks her through yet another climax, growling his pleasure. He finally, finally lets go, coming harder than he's come in a very long time, encouraged by her welcoming body, her begging words. He gives her everything, shuddering through it as he spills. His only concession to her smaller frame is that he doesn't allow himself to collapse on top of her completely, keeping some of his weight off her as he growls through the aftershocks. ]
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When the ripples of shivers and the trembling is over, she feels truly wrung out. A pleasant sort of soreness that spreads from her stomach down to her toes, from all the clenching and unclenching. She's lying there, out of breath and trying to catch it, lungs burning with every inhale. Her mind empty, no immediate responsibility coming back to bite her in the ass. She might actually fall asleep after that absolute workout of a fuck. ]
...wow.
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He releases her arms, staying where he is for a few moments - but he pulls away soon, aware that his bulk quickly becomes uncomfortable.
Besides, she may be finished, but his job isn’t done yet. ]
I’ll be right back.
[ He brushes a kiss to her cheek before getting up to wash himself at the basin. He cleans himself first, then pours a fresh glass of water, and grabs a damp cloth before returning to Evie on the bed. ]
Sit up. Drink this. Are you sore, or tender anywhere? I’ve got a salve.
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Of course, before she has time to feel embarrassed, he gives her a glass of water.
She sits. She drinks. She blinks up at him. ]
Uhm - yes. Hips, thighs, and - don't suppose your salve is safe to go on my cunt, is it?
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As with everything else tonight, his movements are confident and experienced - he’s used to this part as much as he’s used to all the rest of it. ]
Should be fine, on the outside anyway. Inside, you’ll just be a little tender for a day or two.
[ He uncaps the small jar of salve he brought with him and begins working it into her skin. It’s cooling, and soothing. ]
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She relaxes against him, and against it. ]
Mmm. Like the idea of...feeling it for a few days.
[ And so they come to this part. She looks down to where he's rubbing soothing salve against her tender flesh, the grey of his skin against the paleness of her thighs. She can't even look him in the eyes for it. ]
Suppose I'll want to ride the Bull again...
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[ He keeps his voice light and neutral, rubbing the salve gently into her skin. ]
You’re the boss, Boss.
[ He does smile faintly, because he can tell already that he’s got it bad for her. It was inevitable, really. ]
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It's not an order. [ Whispered, cautiously. ] None of this was - you know that, don't you? I don't want to be Boss in this room.
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He brushes the hair away from her neck, to press a kiss there. ]
And I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.
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But his confirmation offers her a reassurance even if that's not what he originally intended. Or maybe he did.
Bull knows more than she does about herself, at this point. She wouldn't be surpised if he sees this one coming.
She leans back, shifting so that her face is close to his, facing him enough to study his expression for a quiet moment. Her hand comes up to touch his cheek, his jaw, her thumb brushing over the strap holding his eye-patch in place. ]
Kiss me again?
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Mm-hm.
[ His kiss is shockingly tender, fingers brushing under her chin to tilt her into it a little.
That’s the thing with this arrangement - she may be giving up control, but she’s still the one with all the power. ]